I didn't sleep that night. It was harder for me to sleep. And even harder for me to forget what happened between us that night. So, when I was getting ready the other day, I was barely awake. My eyes had dark bags underneath. I looked like a zombie. A zombie who was madly in love with her boss.
It was hilarious actually, how I was falling for a man who I barely had any interest in. If anything, he had always infuriated me. He had always pushed my buttons in ways nobody ever did. He had made me walk fourteen floors to make me wear shoes from slippers. He made me redo the same file more than seven times to make me leave the job. For what? To make me fall for him? I wanted to ask.
I buttoned up my white blouse, zipping my black skirt from the side. My eyes looked back dead at me. I was bar
